The Mafia's Kitten

Chapter 1 🥀

            Opening the door to his front door, he hears a lot of rummage and talking. The young boy, sighs and walks farther inside of the house. He sees empty bottles of alcohol mostly Beer , scattered all over the place. His nose twitches at the smell of a cigarette being lit up. He scrunches his nose in disgust of the smell but doesn't complain. He closes the door quietly in the fear of being too loud.

       

         Yes, this is the life of Park Seonghwa. Even though he is 21 he still hasn't moved out of his parents house. Reason? It's because he can't afford a suitable place, he has low income from his job at the small sex shop he works at for part time.

          

   "Yah! Why the fuck are you here you piece of shit?! Shouldn't you be collecting money for us? You worthless piece of shit!" His father yelled. Making his gaze focus on his drunken parents. Seeing them in their drunken state wasn't new to the young male.

         

       No matter how many times he has gotten yelled at, tears always swelled up in his eyes. Waiting to be shed. But Seonghwa has to blink them away or his parents will yell at him once again.

     

    "TELL ME?! WHY DID GOD GIVE ME A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT AS A SON? His father yelled once more. Lazily walking towards Seonghwa, who was unconsciously backing up.

        

His father raised his hand up in the air, slapping the younger. Making a loud slap noise echo throughout the quiet house. Seonghwa's stray tears start to run down his face. As his hand touches where he got slapped. As he felt the tingles spread all over his red cheek.

          

His mother walked over, laughing at him mockingly. Seonghwa felt pathetic, he felt worthless. He felt unloved and isolated. His mother's laugh got him back focused.

     

"Crying?! This piece of shit is crying?! You think we would fucking care? Cry as much as you can! We don't care!" His mother screamed. Seonghwa was pretty sure his neighbors could hear the conversation.

          

Seonghwa wiped his stray tears, he looked up at his parents. He knew that it's been tough for them, and he shouldn't be complaining. They did raise him. This was at least what he could do. He earned it. For being so worthless

         

    "Go to your room. Don't leave unless you have to go to work. Understood ?!" Seonghwa immediately nodded. Running upstairs to his room. Slowly closing the door in fear of his parents yelling at him.

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        Sobbing into his pillow, Seonghwa felt lost and unloved once again. Feeling isolated and pathetic. Seonghwa curled himself in a ball on the grey old sheets that was spread messily across his so called 'mattress'. He didn't even know if he should call it a mattress. It was broken and it was ripped up. It was beaten. But it was still strong enough to support Seonghwa's weight.

        It's not like Seonghwa weighs much.

Seonghwa's phone starts to ring, Seonghwa sees the caller ID and is confused. It was an unknown number. So he picked up.